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Jul 2016
You picked me out of your life
like I was a stray thread on your jacket.
To the girl who you now spend
afternoons cuddled on the couch with,
I think you can still feel my tears on his shoulder
and if you look really hard,
you can see every last bit of my happiness
in his smile.

Please ignore the extra weight on him,
that's just from the late nights he carried my problems
for me and never gave them back.
I understand he is yours now.
Sorry my name was never mentioned in your conversations,
I am the girl who is
madly in love with your boyfriend.

To the boy
who took his lips
and carved my heart out with everything
but my feelings for you pouring out,
and presented it as a gift to you,
I'm happy I could help.
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